Dark Velvet (Chateau Seductions)

He’s a gifted sculptor. A successful billionaire. And insanely attractive.

Completely out of the league of a struggling grad student like me.

I shouldn’t think of Antoine as anything other than my benefactor. He’s a gifted sculptor who owns the art colony. I’m only here due to his generosity.

But the way he looks at me from those smoldering eyes does nothing to stifle this forbidden desire.

But when I discover his secret, the truth is overwhelming.

Can I walk away?

Distracted by this decision, I’m blind to the danger on the island.

And the cost just might be my life.

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Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to perfection.

“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.

She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”

“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear.

He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece. She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.

“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire it.”